1.
but
it
was
all
so
DRENCHED
in sadness
an empty bird table
in early winter dawns *
2.
strange snacks
in after school
armchair bunker
reading a book
too young for me
i had read before
3.
the sick tease
of downtime
slim pickings
&
less fruit
cliche escape
in
classic retreat
4.
school demanded
&
streets were anxious
i was razed
condos on hold
in the fog & razors
of sepia mist & stone
from healthline.com
*
i would feed the birds
it was therapy
i cherished every block-paved step
small freedom on the garden path
before the exposure of school
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